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Friday, May 24, 2002

Masquerade
Painted faces toward the world,
Hiding naked, and all furled.
Wearing masks to keep your face,
Drop your guard and lose your place.
Can they see you're torn apart?
Dying soul, and crying heart?
People, people, can't you tell?
This one here is but a shell.
Masquerading with a smile,
Laughing, dancing all the while.
Let your inhibitions go.
You must let your true self show.
All your pain, you must release.
Only then can you find peace.